![]() ![]() Whither indeed, before thy here-approach, Is thine and my poor country’s to command. Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, 145Īt no time broke my faith, would not betray Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks meĭeal between thee and me, for even now 140 Devilish Macbethīy many of these trains hath sought to win me Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts 135 How could they have produced a son so depraved as Malcolm? Madcuff's torn up with the hopelessness he feels for his beloved Scotland. He says Malcom's parents, the former King and Queen, were saints. Macduff finally gives up and admits that Scotland's pretty much doomed. Hath banished me from Scotland.-O my breast, These evils thou repeat’st upon thyself 130 The queen that bore thee,ĭied every day she lived. Since that the truest issue of thy throneīy his own interdiction stands accursed 125Īnd does blaspheme his breed?-Thy royal father When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptered, He says that in addition to the whole lust problem, he's also super greedy, to the point that he'd steal from his subjects and destroy them in the name of wealth. Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,īut Malcolm won't let up talking about how bad a king he'd be. The king-becoming graces,Īs justice, verity, temp’rance, stableness,ĭevotion, patience, courage, fortitude, 110Īcting it many ways. All these are portable, 105īut I have none. ![]() Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal, To make me hunger more, that I should forge I should cut off the nobles for their lands,ĭesire his jewels, and this other’s house 95 Macduff at first insists there are plenty of maidens in Scotland, and Malcolm would be satisfied. There cannot beĪs will to greatness dedicate themselves, Th’ untimely emptying of the happy throneĬonvey your pleasures in a spacious plenty 85Īnd yet seem cold-the time you may so hoodwink. So Malcolm tells him that he (Malcolm) has "an impossible lust" that would only get worse as he devoured all of the maidens of Scotland. Your matrons, and your maids could not fill up 75 Of horrid hell can come a devil more damned Malcolm is suggesting he has some pretty serious vices. In fact, compared to Malcolm, Macbeth would seem pure as snow. Scotland would suffer, he says, under his own bad habits. Still, Malcolm's a little paranoid so he decides to test Macduff by suggesting that even he, Malcolm, might make a poor king, were they to defeat Macbeth. ![]() Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state That, when they shall be opened, black Macbeth More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, Shall have more vices than it had before, Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country When I shall tread upon the tyrant’s headĕ5 There would be hands uplifted in my right Īnd here from gracious England have I offer It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash 50 I think our country sinks beneath the yoke. Besides, Macduff doesn't seem like a loyal guy these days, having abandoned his family back in Scotland and all. Sure, that's an okay idea, says Malcolm but he's worried Macduff might have something to gain by turning on him, (Malcolm) and betraying him to Macbeth. I would not be the villain that thou think’stįor the whole space that’s in the tyrant’s grasp, 45 The title is affeered.-Fare thee well, lord. Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, 40įor goodness dare not check thee. Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,īut mine own safeties. Why in that rawness left you wife and child, Perchance even there where I did find my doubts. Though all things foul would wear the brows of That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose.Īngels are bright still, though the brightest fell. You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. What know, believe and what I can redress,Īs I shall find the time to friend, I will. Malcolm suggests finding a nice shady spot where they can cry their eyes out. Macduff's got a better idea: maybe they should whip out their swords and fight like "men" against the good-for-nothing Macbeth. In England, Malcolm and Macduff brainstorm about Scotland's plight under the tyrannous Macbeth. Strike heaven on the face, that it resoundsĪs if it felt with Scotland, and yelled out New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Hold fast the mortal sword and, like good men,īestride our downfall’n birthdom. Let us seek out some desolate shade and there ![]()
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